Part 1 - The Dream Bang! Bang! Bang! Sally woke up with a start to find Buster knocking on her door. She lifted her sleepy head enough to take note of the time. It was 2:30 A.M. and Buster was now in her room with the light on looking as pale as a sheet. “I had a dream,” he blurted out. “I was dreaming too, big brother. At least I was until you scarred me to death. Whatever happened to running to Mom’s and Dad’s for comfort?” “I’m too old for that, Sally. Besides, it wasn’t a nightmare. It was a dream.” “Couldn’t it wait until morning?” Sally was sitting up now, but Buster was still standing over her. “I needed to talk about it, “ Buster said. “I think God might have been talking to me or something weird like that. Last night before I went to sleep, I was reading a story about missionaries. When I prayed, I told the Lord that if He wanted me to be a missionary, He’d have to let me know.” “Well, what’s so strange about that?” ...